In terms of fighting skills, No. 7 is indeed relatively capable, in the first few games, No. 7 mostly won by fighting skills in the case of equal strength, and it can be seen that he is an expert in fighting, in the underground boxing arena, if you have boxing experience or routines, it is best to throw it away quickly, because that will kill you, because underground boxing, to put it bluntly, is fighting.

Many people know that there is a very vulgar saying that the only rule is that there are no rules, which is very applicable to the underground boxing ring, you can use free fighting, boxing, taekwondo, judo, sanda, martial arts, etc., etc., as long as you can take the opponent down, you are the king of boxing, even if you use your feet the whole time.

The ability of No. 7 referred to here is not reflected in his routines, but in his reaction and consciousness, in Chao Fengting's opinion, he is much stronger than ordinary boxers, but compared to the boxing champion K, No. 7 still lacks one of the most important things, that is, the momentum of a desperate mad dog.

King K is an out-and-out murderer, and at the moment when the door of the ring was locked, King K was brainwashed very clearly, leaving only one thought - to kill the other party, or be killed by the other party. Number 7 didn't realize this, or didn't see it clearly, he was thinking about winning or losing, not life or death.

Watching a boxing match off the court, and going to the ring to fight against the boxing champion, what you can experience is completely different, so as Chao Fengting expected, although several punches of boxing king K were blocked by No. 7, but No. 7 has been forced into a corner by the momentum of boxing king K, he was shocked by the power of boxing king K, shocked by the way he looked at him, and the hideousness on his face.

He wants to kill me!!

Such a thought flashed through No. 7's head, and No. 7 suddenly began to cool up from the soles of his feet, at this time, his skills and reactions all began to fail, and he was replaced by panic in the face of death threats, as if he was already a lame dog exposed to the other party's gun.

Bang! The other party finally opened fire.

A heavy punch knocked the braces in No. 7's mouth out with a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, this punch almost blindfolded No. 7, and he rolled his eyes and was about to go into shock on the spot, but King K obviously didn't want to end it so easily.

The roar from the audience suddenly became high-pitched, and the boxing champion K grabbed No. 7's neck, pushed No. 7 to the edge of the cage with a few pushes, but two spectators suddenly rushed up from outside the edge, grabbed their compatriot No. 7 by the hair and wrists outside the cage, and roared wildly: Hit, hit, hit!

After the shock of the 7th, he only felt that he was being shackled to the edge of the cage behind him, and he woke up with a smashing blow to his stomach, followed by a violent punch like a storm.

Boxing King K roared wildly, the corners of his eyes were red as if he was crazy, and poured a heavy punch on No. 7's body, treating him as a human sandbag, because it was a half-finger boxing glove, the lethality can be said to be abnormally large, but at the same time, the backlash was also very serious, more than a dozen punches in a row were smashed, and the fists of Boxing King K were already blurred with blood, and No. 7 was even more spitting blood, his chest and shoulders had been completely stained with his own blood, and his body was paralyzed.

The screams and roars at the scene completely drowned out the last trace of human mercy, and was replaced by endless madness and release, they wished that they were the boxing champion K in the ring, waving their fists, and dominating the life and death of others, but unfortunately they were not, so they used another method, that is, when the friends of the No. 7 boxer squeezed to the other side of the ring, and the two old punches smashed on the faces of the two people who grabbed No. 7, more people rushed to the side of the stage to pull these No. 7 friends away, and more people joined the ranks of tearing No. 7。

No one cares that this man is going to die, they only care if they are pulled, whether they are tightened, and whether they have the capital to boast to their fox friends in the future that "I was killed on the 7th of the day with my own hands".

Chao Fengting looked at the increasingly chaotic scene, and did not feel that this group of people was hateful, but felt that they were pitiful.

Chao Fengting looked at the agent of the boxing champion K on the side, and saw that his face was full of excitement at this time, and he was talking and laughing with the people next to him, which was very comfortable.

"I'm not dead and seriously injured now, don't think about boxing in this life. Bao Youyou muttered in Chao Fengting's ear, but Chao Fengting did not respond, but stared at the boxing king K on the stage, and his eyes passed through the ring with clear and precise eyes to watch the movements of the boxing king K.

Bang! Bang! Three more consecutive heavy punches smashed on No. 7's head, No. 7 had already completely fainted, and at this time there was no longer a little reaction, and the boxing king K stopped, grabbed the edge of the cage and shook it fiercely, roaring, showing his wildness, No. 7 was let go, and he slid to the ground weakly and bonelessly, like a snail that had stripped off its hard shell, a blood snail.

The door of the cage was only opened at this time, and two men in rubber coats chewed gum and rushed into the cage, one dragging the head and the other with the feet, dragging No. 7 out of the cage like a dead dog, and pulling out long blood stains on the ground like a red carpet.

The roaring around has not stopped from beginning to end, people cheered and rushed to Heizhuang, the odds of boxing king K are very low, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat, throwing 10,000 can still return 2,000 yuan, a sure deal.

Bao Youyou also went to Heizhuang to get his own money, and then he was about to blend into the crowd, when he was suddenly grabbed by a hand, Bao Youyou turned around, it was the little brother of the wolf cub.

"Give!" the little brother stuffed Bao Youyou with a small kraft paper bag.

Bao Youyou didn't speak, took it and stuffed it into his arms and hugged it tightly, turned around and left.

The boxing champion K in the ring took the water handed by someone, drank two sips, and then sprayed the water on his hands, scrubbing the blood stains on the back of his hands, and the ground in the ring was full of specks of blood, especially around the area where No. 7 was fixed, which was simply shocking.

Soon, the host's voice sounded again: "Ah~~~ I don't know what you think, but I think I should have stepped on the horse high C just now, it's so cool, do you want to have another more exciting one?"

He was naturally greeted by the cry of the mountains and the tsunami.

"Okay, then we have the next invite, No. 30 fighter, shine on the stage!"

Chao Fengting looked at the only two people left beside him, the number plate on the shoulder of the 20-year-old young man was No. 19, and the man next to him who was almost as strong as just now was No. 30, with a swarthy stubble on his face, moving his muscles and bones while walking, his arms were particularly terrifying, thick and powerful, because he had rested longer than the one just now, and the injuries on his body were lighter than the person just now, so the state looked more full, and the momentum was still very fierce, giving people a sense of danger that they could not get close.